Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
idk
is this you as well
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
so an active mazelike process
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
magnetises a pin
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
so the method has to be autonomous
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
really i want the internet
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
send your tumblr
so at the end